Posts by Sharven

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It was quick, and the poor bastard was so taken off guard. Sharven had half a mind to feel badly for him, but for the first time in moons, he felt fully in control of himself. It felt good. It felt right. He'd missed this. All the anger he had felt began to pour from him.

His hissed to Kimba and Voltaire, "NOW!" leading them to attack Deathwish with everything they had in them.

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Sharven thought. It was interesting to be allowed to ask questions of another camp. It was something he had never thought, and perhaps the Elite was on to something. If he had questions, they were nearly all about the Elite. The other anti-Clans seemed so predictable and easy.

"What of Capone?" He asked. Rumor had reached him that, at least for a time, she was back in rule. "Is she gone now, and if so, what has changed with her leaving?"

He respected Capone the way someone who is afraid of a superior respects. He wasn't afraid of her, exactly. He had been intimidated by her and her bloodlust. It was stronger than anything he had felt before. He was always curious what had driven it.

"And as for your internal positions, how are you structured now? Rumor spread you have seen some changes recently."

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Sharven lunged too, seeing Voltaire's knock down land. They could make this quick, or they could make this slow. He preferred they torture him a bit. He was all about the devious payback. He had, after all, taken their minds from them. Sharven wanted to tear him apart, piece by piece.

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"Please," Sharven said with a laugh. "I would enjoy nothing else more than to be the one to end this miserable wretch's life! Hold him steady!"

First he wanted a souvenir. He would take the tom's tail, a trick he learned from the Elite, and use this as the proof he was gone.

"You thought you were strong! You thought you could control us forever, didn't you? Together, we are stronger than you. You may have held us in your grasp in the beginning, but now we are free, and you will die for disgracing the Skull."

With these bitter words, Sharven bit as hard as his jaws would allow, the blood pouring over his maw and he pulled Deathwish's tail free.

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With a cruel smirk, Sharven gave thanks to Voltaire for holding him down.

"May Fortis punish you in Sekt for all you have done to us. May your own gods cast you out into purgatory forever." He hissed, his hackles raised down the ridge of his back.

He raised his paw, claws outstretched and aching for flesh, and he swiped hard and fast at Deathwish's exposed throat.

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Sharven's eyes were cold, showing no emotion. He turned, kicking dirt at the dead mind-controller in a final act of defiance and rebellion.

"It's time we have a little meeting," he said finally. "Bring that with."

He flicked his own tail to the severed tail of Deathwish and started for the meeting center of the cave. It was best not to linger.

The coyotes could have Deathwish's body. He didn't deserve a proper burial.

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It was over. Finally, it was over. The grey tabby tom paced the ledge above the center of the cave, waiting for cats to gather. He was still stained with blood, but it emphasized his point and would make the news all the sweeter to deliver.

It full control of his mind once more, he made his announcement.

"Cats of Skull! Deathwish is no longer our problem." Just saying it made his body tingle with pleasure. "The tyrant has been murdered only moments ago."

He waited for response before continuing with he next announcements. This was a time of celebration, and there would be a few cats to reward for their loyalty and strength in Skull.

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Sharven saw the cats gathering and a please grin spread on his face.

"Voltaire will hang Deathwish's tail high above the Leader Den as a sign of our triumph and to warn any other of rising up against us."

He paused, beckoning Voltaire to make the path to join him on the high ledge above the gathered cats below.

"Cats of Skull. This was no easy feat. It took planning and cunning that I only expect from the worthiest of cats in our ranks. As you know, I have been the only leader since Pluxiria died nearly a moon ago. Because of his strength and steadfastness, I would like to announce that Voltaire will be my new co-leader, should he accept this offering. May Fortis look upon you in favor, my dear friend."

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"I also need to praise another cat, without whom this would not have been possible. This cat played a vital role in subduing Deathwish so that we could take his life."

His eyes searched the crowd, hoping the cat in question was there. He saw Nebuchadnezzar and assumed since the two were never far from one another that he was alright to proceed.

"Flight. Flight has proved herself time and again to be beyond a simple prisoner. She is strong, able bodied and determined to serve the Skull. This is why I have made the decision to elevate her to the rank to Skull. She may move from the prison to her own den as she wishes."

He knew there would be disagreement. It was something of a touchy subject to allow she-cats in the higher ranks, but Flight truly deserved it.

"On this note of strength, the Olympics are upon us and I request that each of you consider joining in some way. Skull must be represented, and strongly. We will begin to shien our tarnished name this way."

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OOC: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=995095.0

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"This being said, Voltaire and I have much to discuss. The Skull has not been itself in many seasons. Things will be changing, and we will expect your loyalty."

He remembered when a group had rebelled against the harsher terms returning for the she-cats. He knew there would be those who had gotten used to the lax ways, but they were going to be no more. Skull used to be great and feared... and it was time to bring that all back.

"I have also made the decision to promote Omorthan to Deputy," he added. "He is the best tom for the job at this time."

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Sharven let the cats talk amongst themselves.

"In addition to this all, we have to acknowledge that with Sarathi stepping down from his position as an Herb, and with Dokuro being missing in action as well as Noah lately, we are Herbless. This leaves us very vulnerable; a position I do not like. Volatire and I will be looking to replace this position as soon as possible and will be watching you all very closely."

In the mean time, no scuffles, battles, or fights, he thought.

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OOC: Recap?

Sharven raced in. BoneClan dared to attack them here? Who the fuck did they think they were? They had taken their home once before, but now they had the fury of cats enraged and enforced through the overthrowing of Deathwish.

"SKULL CATS! Give it your all! These mangy fox-dung eaters don't deserve us to hold ANYTHING back! KILL! Take prisoners! DO WHAT YOU MUST!"

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OOC: Remember that your cat cannot possibly know everything. You will be required to write a oneshot post (please label it so we know which to review) in response to the scenario described by Sharven or Voltaire. The winner will be chosen by Sayrie and myself and will become an Herb.

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"You are all aware of our situation. I want you first to introduce yourself so that you may be accounted for. Describe to me why you feel you belong here. Then, after that is all said and done, we will begin our analysis and testing of you," Sharven said, flatly.

It wasn't as situation he wanted to find himself in, but it was the case. He didn't want that airhead, Noah, to be their only source of medical help, so this needed to happen quickly. He waited for Skulls to join and state their intentions, sitting beside Voltaire.

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"Lovely," Sharven said as they all spoke. "Any late comers can introduce themselves as they arrive. For now, I want you all to follow us to the freshkill pile and pick out a piece of kill."

These pieces of kill would be their dummies.

From here, Sharven explained, "You will need to assess it's damages, dress it's wounds, and describe your entire process. Save this freshkill as if it were your fellow Skull."

What better way to test them than this? Though the animals were small, the kill shots were very similar to those they would see returning from battle. Some of the animals may have been sick or weakly. It would be up to them to detect this and describe their prognosis and treatment.

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OOC: Start your oneshots as you are ready!

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Blast! Sharven’s RPer was away for a night and got flooded. She could not recall who had attacked him, but Sharven would have taken the blow in this case.

The large grey tom took off after his injury, racing to defend his camp. Jedi and the little own who adored him… Damage… and Flight! Cats he knew and trusted were battling hard for their land. Strong Skull cats and strong fighters. They may be outnumbered at the moment, but this would be a fierce battle. They needed to get word within the cave that this attack was happening.

“Where is your coward of a leader?” He shouted. “He dares to attack us here?! May Fortis strike him dead where he stands!”

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A deep growl sounded from Sharven’s throat.

“There is only one god! How dare you deface Fortis’ name with your false idols!”

He lunged for the speaker, his claws outstretched and his teeth gnashing to reach flesh, hungry for the taste of BoneClan blood.

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“Cleaning your pelt is the least of your concerns,” Sharven hissed as his ear was cuffed by his attacker. “You are on OUR land! And we will remove you in bloody piles from our home!”

He rolled once, all four paws landing him upright before he lowered into the form for a perfect pounce. Sharven ignored the pain in his body from the previously landed attacks. He felt he was able to be a little more carefree, what with the extra lives on his side and all. He launched sideways, aiming to shower Flya’s flank with a flurry of scratches.

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Sharven barely managed to twist himself away from Flya. At first, he let himself feel proud for the dodge, but in the other half of that moment, he felt Hysteria land on him, knocking the wind from his chest.

Leave it to BoneClan to fight dirty. They stole the Skull home like a bunch of dirty bastards, and they fought like a bunch of dirty bastards.

"Son of a-" he wheezed, catching air once again.

The Leader of Skull lifted himself, slamming his back to the ground in an attempt to shake Hysteria off.

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Seriously? Four on one? These BoneClan cats were real assholes.

From his back, he lashed at his new attacker, aiming for the throat and dodging the leap at him.

On cat on his back, the other leaping for his front... Sharven became acutely aware that he was incredibly happy to never have to be around these snakelike yellow-bellies any longer.

For once he was happy Skull had a new home.

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Finally, some back up. Amunet and Jelani were cats he could count on. The grand daughter of Pluxiria and the little one he had saved all those moons ago... Good fighters, better Skulls.

This battle was unfair. The Skull were outnumbered by non-cats and they had come onto Skull land. It was a losing battle, which did nothing more than piss the Leader off. These kinds of battles made him think less of his attackers. It was easy to pick on the little guy when you had extra ammunition.

"Why don't you all just fuck off?" he hissed, swiping at whoever remained of his attackers.

He was bloody, sore, but he wasn't tired. He would keep at this as long as it took.

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